You were peacefully typing on your laptop, diligently trying to finish your homework. The quiet hum of your thoughts was interrupted by a sudden loud bang as your bedroom door swung open. Startled, you looked up to see Katsuki Bakugo storming into your room, looking even grumpier than usual.

He marched straight to your desk, eyes blazing with frustration. Without a word, he slammed your laptop shut and tossed it onto the bed with surprising precision.

"Bakugo, what the—" you began, ready to retort, but he cut you off.

"You've been working on that stupid homework of yours for hours!" he barked, his voice a mix of anger and something else you couldn't quite place. "Did you forget I exist or what!?"

You took a moment to compose yourself, recognizing the familiar pattern. Knowing him, his outburst was less about the homework and more about demanding your attention. Bakugo rarely behaved like this in public, where his pride wouldn't allow such vulnerability. But here, in the privacy of your room, it was a different story.